The door swings open as a 5'7 Tabaxi walks in. They have marmalade-ginger fur with interesting markings like that of a tiger but not black in color but white stripes. They have beautiful sky blue eyes that shimmer with curiosity. Their big ears that are tufted with white fur twitch around, listening to everything around them. Their short, nub-like tail flicks about excitedly.
They wear a white shirt, A brown leather vest with thousands of pockets, brown shorts, gold earrings clipped in each ear, A sky blue scarf tied around their waist, A banjo strapped around their shoulder, and a pair of gold-framed goggles perched on their noggin.
They stroll in and immediately plop themselves down in a chair and start plucking the banjo.
The noise of the banjo instantly attracts the gaze of the white dragonborn.
*Oh, he sounds like fun.*
They start plucking a funky tune that fills the room. Their paws tap a bit as the hey start picking up the tune happily.
She listens for a bit before walking over and taking a seat at the tabaxi's table.
The tabaxi looks over and chuckles "Hello there!!" He says with a grin, his ears flick around a bit as if to wave.
"Salut, banjo cat."
*Completely random detail I decided, she has a french accent.*
"How are ya?" He said and set his banjo down beside him. He reaches into one of his pockets and pulls out a fist-sized ball of yarn that he begins to mess with.
"I am well, et vous?"
"Doing well I do suppose" he said and grinned. He tosses the yarn back and forth like juggling ball. He peers back over at her "Whatcha style? Mage? Fighter? Angry barbarian? Righteous cleric?"
"Excuse me?"
"What is your line of profession?" He askes
"I guess a soldier for hire is the simplest way to put it."
"A sell sword?" He asks and tilts his head "heard of your type, interesting folk" he nodded with his own statement.
He suddenly stands up grinning "you hungry? You gotta be hungry. Follow me" he walks into the kitchen.
She tilted her head, confused, but stood up and followed anyways.
When she got in there, A unseen servant brushed past her and seemed to hurry off. The tabs xi was already cooking with what seemed like an army of small constructs and unseen servants filling the kitchen with warm smells of cinnamon, honey, cherries, bacon, and cheese.
The tabaxi ran around, seasoning things, chopping other things, making what seemed like a banquet in a few minutes. A small construct like that of a walking coffee kettle, walking underneath of her, it held two mugs in its tiny hands.
*Heh, Throden-Irhtos is not gonna be happy.*
She crouched down to the walking coffee kettle.
It seemed to stare at her before making a whistling sound and handing her a mug.
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
The door swings open as a 5'7 Tabaxi walks in. They have marmalade-ginger fur with interesting markings like that of a tiger but not black in color but white stripes. They have beautiful sky blue eyes that shimmer with curiosity. Their big ears that are tufted with white fur twitch around, listening to everything around them. Their short, nub-like tail flicks about excitedly.
They wear a white shirt, A brown leather vest with thousands of pockets, brown shorts, gold earrings clipped in each ear, A sky blue scarf tied around their waist, A banjo strapped around their shoulder, and a pair of gold-framed goggles perched on their noggin.
They stroll in and immediately plop themselves down in a chair and start plucking the banjo.
The noise of the banjo instantly attracts the gaze of the white dragonborn.
*Oh, he sounds like fun.*
They start plucking a funky tune that fills the room. Their paws tap a bit as the hey start picking up the tune happily.
She listens for a bit before walking over and taking a seat at the tabaxi's table.
The tabaxi looks over and chuckles "Hello there!!" He says with a grin, his ears flick around a bit as if to wave.
"Salut, banjo cat."
*Completely random detail I decided, she has a french accent.*
"How are ya?" He said and set his banjo down beside him. He reaches into one of his pockets and pulls out a fist-sized ball of yarn that he begins to mess with.
"I am well, et vous?"
"Doing well I do suppose" he said and grinned. He tosses the yarn back and forth like juggling ball. He peers back over at her "Whatcha style? Mage? Fighter? Angry barbarian? Righteous cleric?"
"Excuse me?"
"What is your line of profession?" He askes
"I guess a soldier for hire is the simplest way to put it."
"A sell sword?" He asks and tilts his head "heard of your type, interesting folk" he nodded with his own statement.
He suddenly stands up grinning "you hungry? You gotta be hungry. Follow me" he walks into the kitchen.
She tilted her head, confused, but stood up and followed anyways.
When she got in there, A unseen servant brushed past her and seemed to hurry off. The tabs xi was already cooking with what seemed like an army of small constructs and unseen servants filling the kitchen with warm smells of cinnamon, honey, cherries, bacon, and cheese.
The tabaxi ran around, seasoning things, chopping other things, making what seemed like a banquet in a few minutes. A small construct like that of a walking coffee kettle, walking underneath of her, it held two mugs in its tiny hands.
*Heh, Throden-Irhtos is not gonna be happy.*
She crouched down to the walking coffee kettle.
It seemed to stare at her before making a whistling sound and handing her a mug.
She picked up the mug, looking at it and it's contents.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
The door swings open as a 5'7 Tabaxi walks in. They have marmalade-ginger fur with interesting markings like that of a tiger but not black in color but white stripes. They have beautiful sky blue eyes that shimmer with curiosity. Their big ears that are tufted with white fur twitch around, listening to everything around them. Their short, nub-like tail flicks about excitedly.
They wear a white shirt, A brown leather vest with thousands of pockets, brown shorts, gold earrings clipped in each ear, A sky blue scarf tied around their waist, A banjo strapped around their shoulder, and a pair of gold-framed goggles perched on their noggin.
They stroll in and immediately plop themselves down in a chair and start plucking the banjo.
The noise of the banjo instantly attracts the gaze of the white dragonborn.
*Oh, he sounds like fun.*
They start plucking a funky tune that fills the room. Their paws tap a bit as the hey start picking up the tune happily.
She listens for a bit before walking over and taking a seat at the tabaxi's table.
The tabaxi looks over and chuckles "Hello there!!" He says with a grin, his ears flick around a bit as if to wave.
"Salut, banjo cat."
*Completely random detail I decided, she has a french accent.*
"How are ya?" He said and set his banjo down beside him. He reaches into one of his pockets and pulls out a fist-sized ball of yarn that he begins to mess with.
"I am well, et vous?"
"Doing well I do suppose" he said and grinned. He tosses the yarn back and forth like juggling ball. He peers back over at her "Whatcha style? Mage? Fighter? Angry barbarian? Righteous cleric?"
"Excuse me?"
"What is your line of profession?" He askes
"I guess a soldier for hire is the simplest way to put it."
"A sell sword?" He asks and tilts his head "heard of your type, interesting folk" he nodded with his own statement.
He suddenly stands up grinning "you hungry? You gotta be hungry. Follow me" he walks into the kitchen.
She tilted her head, confused, but stood up and followed anyways.
When she got in there, A unseen servant brushed past her and seemed to hurry off. The tabs xi was already cooking with what seemed like an army of small constructs and unseen servants filling the kitchen with warm smells of cinnamon, honey, cherries, bacon, and cheese.
The tabaxi ran around, seasoning things, chopping other things, making what seemed like a banquet in a few minutes. A small construct like that of a walking coffee kettle, walking underneath of her, it held two mugs in its tiny hands.
*Heh, Throden-Irhtos is not gonna be happy.*
She crouched down to the walking coffee kettle.
It seemed to stare at her before making a whistling sound and handing her a mug.
She picked up the mug, looking at it and it's contents.
The tabaxi peeked over the stove. "He wants you to put it down so he can pour ya coffee"
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
The door swings open as a 5'7 Tabaxi walks in. They have marmalade-ginger fur with interesting markings like that of a tiger but not black in color but white stripes. They have beautiful sky blue eyes that shimmer with curiosity. Their big ears that are tufted with white fur twitch around, listening to everything around them. Their short, nub-like tail flicks about excitedly.
They wear a white shirt, A brown leather vest with thousands of pockets, brown shorts, gold earrings clipped in each ear, A sky blue scarf tied around their waist, A banjo strapped around their shoulder, and a pair of gold-framed goggles perched on their noggin.
They stroll in and immediately plop themselves down in a chair and start plucking the banjo.
The noise of the banjo instantly attracts the gaze of the white dragonborn.
*Oh, he sounds like fun.*
They start plucking a funky tune that fills the room. Their paws tap a bit as the hey start picking up the tune happily.
She listens for a bit before walking over and taking a seat at the tabaxi's table.
The tabaxi looks over and chuckles "Hello there!!" He says with a grin, his ears flick around a bit as if to wave.
"Salut, banjo cat."
*Completely random detail I decided, she has a french accent.*
"How are ya?" He said and set his banjo down beside him. He reaches into one of his pockets and pulls out a fist-sized ball of yarn that he begins to mess with.
"I am well, et vous?"
"Doing well I do suppose" he said and grinned. He tosses the yarn back and forth like juggling ball. He peers back over at her "Whatcha style? Mage? Fighter? Angry barbarian? Righteous cleric?"
"Excuse me?"
"What is your line of profession?" He askes
"I guess a soldier for hire is the simplest way to put it."
"A sell sword?" He asks and tilts his head "heard of your type, interesting folk" he nodded with his own statement.
He suddenly stands up grinning "you hungry? You gotta be hungry. Follow me" he walks into the kitchen.
She tilted her head, confused, but stood up and followed anyways.
When she got in there, A unseen servant brushed past her and seemed to hurry off. The tabs xi was already cooking with what seemed like an army of small constructs and unseen servants filling the kitchen with warm smells of cinnamon, honey, cherries, bacon, and cheese.
The tabaxi ran around, seasoning things, chopping other things, making what seemed like a banquet in a few minutes. A small construct like that of a walking coffee kettle, walking underneath of her, it held two mugs in its tiny hands.
*Heh, Throden-Irhtos is not gonna be happy.*
She crouched down to the walking coffee kettle.
It seemed to stare at her before making a whistling sound and handing her a mug.
She picked up the mug, looking at it and it's contents.
The tabaxi peeked over the stove. "He wants you to put it down so he can pour ya coffee"
"Oh, pardon." She sets the mug down in front of the kettle.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Raphael is thinking about their angelhood, while cleaning up the tavern *If you want Wendigo, Raphael can bring Lore over*
Throden-Ihtros is making some marination sauce
[might intro someone here. Anyone want someone?]
Xan is in the rafters of the tavern. He is dressed in a black hoodie, a grey tank-top, black high-waisted jeans, and fuzzy bear-claw slippers. He is watching people like a lazy cat.
Lore is upstairs. Amongst the piles of jars holding herbs or small objects, amongst the random spirits or awakened animals, is a tired tiefling who is curled up next to a fire in the fireplace with nicky, elmo, and a swarm of others dogs.
Throden-Ihtros look up to Xan. "Who are you? Why are you loitering?"
Raphael walks upstairs, now in a '24,820,580,182,408,019th celestial-con' sweater. They knock on Lore's door
Xan looks down and sticks out his tongue in attempts to mock them.
*-WhEeZe-*
Lore wakes up, the dogs freak out from her sudden jump that they all scatter in random directions. Books, magical items, and different objects fall to the ground in a clatter. "Coming! Coming!" She says and summons two unseen servants to pick up the mess as she pokes her head out her door. She peers down at Raphael and smiles "hey there!"
Throden-Ihtros tilts their head, confused. "Please, elaborate."
Raphael chuckling, at both Lore's joy and the rooms' cluttered-ness. "Why hello. How are you?" She asks, shifting to a songbird and hopping on Lore's head. It is so nice to see you again
Xan rolls his eyes and jumps down "A way to show you I don't care" he said and smirked.
"Good I suppose" she said and grinned from horn to horn. Two dogs ran out from the room and down the stairs. Lore sighed "they'll be back up later for food" she said and ran a hand through her hair "And its nice to see you again love. Sorry about me disappearing so often. I've been trying out new spells, seeing if I want to keep them or if they are useless to me"
"Ah, understood. May I have a name?"
I could try to help you... At least organize your room. Something like that. They reply, chirping a simple song as they survey the room
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
The door swings open as a 5'7 Tabaxi walks in. They have marmalade-ginger fur with interesting markings like that of a tiger but not black in color but white stripes. They have beautiful sky blue eyes that shimmer with curiosity. Their big ears that are tufted with white fur twitch around, listening to everything around them. Their short, nub-like tail flicks about excitedly.
They wear a white shirt, A brown leather vest with thousands of pockets, brown shorts, gold earrings clipped in each ear, A sky blue scarf tied around their waist, A banjo strapped around their shoulder, and a pair of gold-framed goggles perched on their noggin.
They stroll in and immediately plop themselves down in a chair and start plucking the banjo.
The noise of the banjo instantly attracts the gaze of the white dragonborn.
*Oh, he sounds like fun.*
They start plucking a funky tune that fills the room. Their paws tap a bit as the hey start picking up the tune happily.
She listens for a bit before walking over and taking a seat at the tabaxi's table.
The tabaxi looks over and chuckles "Hello there!!" He says with a grin, his ears flick around a bit as if to wave.
"Salut, banjo cat."
*Completely random detail I decided, she has a french accent.*
"How are ya?" He said and set his banjo down beside him. He reaches into one of his pockets and pulls out a fist-sized ball of yarn that he begins to mess with.
"I am well, et vous?"
"Doing well I do suppose" he said and grinned. He tosses the yarn back and forth like juggling ball. He peers back over at her "Whatcha style? Mage? Fighter? Angry barbarian? Righteous cleric?"
"Excuse me?"
"What is your line of profession?" He askes
"I guess a soldier for hire is the simplest way to put it."
"A sell sword?" He asks and tilts his head "heard of your type, interesting folk" he nodded with his own statement.
He suddenly stands up grinning "you hungry? You gotta be hungry. Follow me" he walks into the kitchen.
She tilted her head, confused, but stood up and followed anyways.
When she got in there, A unseen servant brushed past her and seemed to hurry off. The tabs xi was already cooking with what seemed like an army of small constructs and unseen servants filling the kitchen with warm smells of cinnamon, honey, cherries, bacon, and cheese.
The tabaxi ran around, seasoning things, chopping other things, making what seemed like a banquet in a few minutes. A small construct like that of a walking coffee kettle, walking underneath of her, it held two mugs in its tiny hands.
*Heh, Throden-Irhtos is not gonna be happy.*
She crouched down to the walking coffee kettle.
It seemed to stare at her before making a whistling sound and handing her a mug.
She picked up the mug, looking at it and it's contents.
The tabaxi peeked over the stove. "He wants you to put it down so he can pour ya coffee"
"Oh, pardon." She sets the mug down in front of the kettle.
It tips itself so warm, hazelnut-smelling coffee pours out into the mug
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
Raphael is thinking about their angelhood, while cleaning up the tavern *If you want Wendigo, Raphael can bring Lore over*
Throden-Ihtros is making some marination sauce
[might intro someone here. Anyone want someone?]
Xan is in the rafters of the tavern. He is dressed in a black hoodie, a grey tank-top, black high-waisted jeans, and fuzzy bear-claw slippers. He is watching people like a lazy cat.
Lore is upstairs. Amongst the piles of jars holding herbs or small objects, amongst the random spirits or awakened animals, is a tired tiefling who is curled up next to a fire in the fireplace with nicky, elmo, and a swarm of others dogs.
Throden-Ihtros look up to Xan. "Who are you? Why are you loitering?"
Raphael walks upstairs, now in a '24,820,580,182,408,019th celestial-con' sweater. They knock on Lore's door
Xan looks down and sticks out his tongue in attempts to mock them.
*-WhEeZe-*
Lore wakes up, the dogs freak out from her sudden jump that they all scatter in random directions. Books, magical items, and different objects fall to the ground in a clatter. "Coming! Coming!" She says and summons two unseen servants to pick up the mess as she pokes her head out her door. She peers down at Raphael and smiles "hey there!"
Throden-Ihtros tilts their head, confused. "Please, elaborate."
Raphael chuckling, at both Lore's joy and the rooms' cluttered-ness. "Why hello. How are you?" She asks, shifting to a songbird and hopping on Lore's head. It is so nice to see you again
Xan rolls his eyes and jumps down "A way to show you I don't care" he said and smirked.
"Good I suppose" she said and grinned from horn to horn. Two dogs ran out from the room and down the stairs. Lore sighed "they'll be back up later for food" she said and ran a hand through her hair "And its nice to see you again love. Sorry about me disappearing so often. I've been trying out new spells, seeing if I want to keep them or if they are useless to me"
"Ah, understood. May I have a name?"
I could try to help you... At least organize your room. Something like that. They reply, chirping a simple song as they survey the room
an angry groan from Xan is heard as he rolls his eyes "My name is Xan" he said.
"Its fine" she said "right now I need coffee or something of that nature" she said and chuckled
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
The door swings open as a 5'7 Tabaxi walks in. They have marmalade-ginger fur with interesting markings like that of a tiger but not black in color but white stripes. They have beautiful sky blue eyes that shimmer with curiosity. Their big ears that are tufted with white fur twitch around, listening to everything around them. Their short, nub-like tail flicks about excitedly.
They wear a white shirt, A brown leather vest with thousands of pockets, brown shorts, gold earrings clipped in each ear, A sky blue scarf tied around their waist, A banjo strapped around their shoulder, and a pair of gold-framed goggles perched on their noggin.
They stroll in and immediately plop themselves down in a chair and start plucking the banjo.
The noise of the banjo instantly attracts the gaze of the white dragonborn.
*Oh, he sounds like fun.*
They start plucking a funky tune that fills the room. Their paws tap a bit as the hey start picking up the tune happily.
She listens for a bit before walking over and taking a seat at the tabaxi's table.
The tabaxi looks over and chuckles "Hello there!!" He says with a grin, his ears flick around a bit as if to wave.
"Salut, banjo cat."
*Completely random detail I decided, she has a french accent.*
"How are ya?" He said and set his banjo down beside him. He reaches into one of his pockets and pulls out a fist-sized ball of yarn that he begins to mess with.
"I am well, et vous?"
"Doing well I do suppose" he said and grinned. He tosses the yarn back and forth like juggling ball. He peers back over at her "Whatcha style? Mage? Fighter? Angry barbarian? Righteous cleric?"
"Excuse me?"
"What is your line of profession?" He askes
"I guess a soldier for hire is the simplest way to put it."
"A sell sword?" He asks and tilts his head "heard of your type, interesting folk" he nodded with his own statement.
He suddenly stands up grinning "you hungry? You gotta be hungry. Follow me" he walks into the kitchen.
She tilted her head, confused, but stood up and followed anyways.
When she got in there, A unseen servant brushed past her and seemed to hurry off. The tabs xi was already cooking with what seemed like an army of small constructs and unseen servants filling the kitchen with warm smells of cinnamon, honey, cherries, bacon, and cheese.
The tabaxi ran around, seasoning things, chopping other things, making what seemed like a banquet in a few minutes. A small construct like that of a walking coffee kettle, walking underneath of her, it held two mugs in its tiny hands.
*Heh, Throden-Irhtos is not gonna be happy.*
She crouched down to the walking coffee kettle.
It seemed to stare at her before making a whistling sound and handing her a mug.
She picked up the mug, looking at it and it's contents.
The tabaxi peeked over the stove. "He wants you to put it down so he can pour ya coffee"
"Oh, pardon." She sets the mug down in front of the kettle.
It tips itself so warm, hazelnut-smelling coffee pours out into the mug
"Merci, little kettle." She picked the cup up and blew her cold breath over it, turning the coffee cold, then she drinks it.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Raphael is thinking about their angelhood, while cleaning up the tavern *If you want Wendigo, Raphael can bring Lore over*
Throden-Ihtros is making some marination sauce
[might intro someone here. Anyone want someone?]
Xan is in the rafters of the tavern. He is dressed in a black hoodie, a grey tank-top, black high-waisted jeans, and fuzzy bear-claw slippers. He is watching people like a lazy cat.
Lore is upstairs. Amongst the piles of jars holding herbs or small objects, amongst the random spirits or awakened animals, is a tired tiefling who is curled up next to a fire in the fireplace with nicky, elmo, and a swarm of others dogs.
Throden-Ihtros look up to Xan. "Who are you? Why are you loitering?"
Raphael walks upstairs, now in a '24,820,580,182,408,019th celestial-con' sweater. They knock on Lore's door
Xan looks down and sticks out his tongue in attempts to mock them.
*-WhEeZe-*
Lore wakes up, the dogs freak out from her sudden jump that they all scatter in random directions. Books, magical items, and different objects fall to the ground in a clatter. "Coming! Coming!" She says and summons two unseen servants to pick up the mess as she pokes her head out her door. She peers down at Raphael and smiles "hey there!"
Throden-Ihtros tilts their head, confused. "Please, elaborate."
Raphael chuckling, at both Lore's joy and the rooms' cluttered-ness. "Why hello. How are you?" She asks, shifting to a songbird and hopping on Lore's head. It is so nice to see you again
Xan rolls his eyes and jumps down "A way to show you I don't care" he said and smirked.
"Good I suppose" she said and grinned from horn to horn. Two dogs ran out from the room and down the stairs. Lore sighed "they'll be back up later for food" she said and ran a hand through her hair "And its nice to see you again love. Sorry about me disappearing so often. I've been trying out new spells, seeing if I want to keep them or if they are useless to me"
"Ah, understood. May I have a name?"
I could try to help you... At least organize your room. Something like that. They reply, chirping a simple song as they survey the room
an angry groan from Xan is heard as he rolls his eyes "My name is Xan" he said.
"Its fine" she said "right now I need coffee or something of that nature" she said and chuckled
"Throden-Ihtros. Am I bothering you?"
I can go get that then *1. Raphael art. 2. We might want to move some stuff over to PMs*
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
The door swings open as a 5'7 Tabaxi walks in. They have marmalade-ginger fur with interesting markings like that of a tiger but not black in color but white stripes. They have beautiful sky blue eyes that shimmer with curiosity. Their big ears that are tufted with white fur twitch around, listening to everything around them. Their short, nub-like tail flicks about excitedly.
They wear a white shirt, A brown leather vest with thousands of pockets, brown shorts, gold earrings clipped in each ear, A sky blue scarf tied around their waist, A banjo strapped around their shoulder, and a pair of gold-framed goggles perched on their noggin.
They stroll in and immediately plop themselves down in a chair and start plucking the banjo.
The noise of the banjo instantly attracts the gaze of the white dragonborn.
*Oh, he sounds like fun.*
They start plucking a funky tune that fills the room. Their paws tap a bit as the hey start picking up the tune happily.
She listens for a bit before walking over and taking a seat at the tabaxi's table.
The tabaxi looks over and chuckles "Hello there!!" He says with a grin, his ears flick around a bit as if to wave.
"Salut, banjo cat."
*Completely random detail I decided, she has a french accent.*
"How are ya?" He said and set his banjo down beside him. He reaches into one of his pockets and pulls out a fist-sized ball of yarn that he begins to mess with.
"I am well, et vous?"
"Doing well I do suppose" he said and grinned. He tosses the yarn back and forth like juggling ball. He peers back over at her "Whatcha style? Mage? Fighter? Angry barbarian? Righteous cleric?"
"Excuse me?"
"What is your line of profession?" He askes
"I guess a soldier for hire is the simplest way to put it."
"A sell sword?" He asks and tilts his head "heard of your type, interesting folk" he nodded with his own statement.
He suddenly stands up grinning "you hungry? You gotta be hungry. Follow me" he walks into the kitchen.
She tilted her head, confused, but stood up and followed anyways.
When she got in there, A unseen servant brushed past her and seemed to hurry off. The tabs xi was already cooking with what seemed like an army of small constructs and unseen servants filling the kitchen with warm smells of cinnamon, honey, cherries, bacon, and cheese.
The tabaxi ran around, seasoning things, chopping other things, making what seemed like a banquet in a few minutes. A small construct like that of a walking coffee kettle, walking underneath of her, it held two mugs in its tiny hands.
*Heh, Throden-Irhtos is not gonna be happy.*
She crouched down to the walking coffee kettle.
It seemed to stare at her before making a whistling sound and handing her a mug.
She picked up the mug, looking at it and it's contents.
The tabaxi peeked over the stove. "He wants you to put it down so he can pour ya coffee"
"Oh, pardon." She sets the mug down in front of the kettle.
It tips itself so warm, hazelnut-smelling coffee pours out into the mug
"Merci, little kettle." She picked the cup up and blew her cold breath over it, turning the coffee cold, then she drinks it.
The tabaxi laughed "I never caught your name! Im Harbor Bird but you can call me Harbor"
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
The door swings open as a 5'7 Tabaxi walks in. They have marmalade-ginger fur with interesting markings like that of a tiger but not black in color but white stripes. They have beautiful sky blue eyes that shimmer with curiosity. Their big ears that are tufted with white fur twitch around, listening to everything around them. Their short, nub-like tail flicks about excitedly.
They wear a white shirt, A brown leather vest with thousands of pockets, brown shorts, gold earrings clipped in each ear, A sky blue scarf tied around their waist, A banjo strapped around their shoulder, and a pair of gold-framed goggles perched on their noggin.
They stroll in and immediately plop themselves down in a chair and start plucking the banjo.
The noise of the banjo instantly attracts the gaze of the white dragonborn.
*Oh, he sounds like fun.*
They start plucking a funky tune that fills the room. Their paws tap a bit as the hey start picking up the tune happily.
She listens for a bit before walking over and taking a seat at the tabaxi's table.
The tabaxi looks over and chuckles "Hello there!!" He says with a grin, his ears flick around a bit as if to wave.
"Salut, banjo cat."
*Completely random detail I decided, she has a french accent.*
"How are ya?" He said and set his banjo down beside him. He reaches into one of his pockets and pulls out a fist-sized ball of yarn that he begins to mess with.
"I am well, et vous?"
"Doing well I do suppose" he said and grinned. He tosses the yarn back and forth like juggling ball. He peers back over at her "Whatcha style? Mage? Fighter? Angry barbarian? Righteous cleric?"
"Excuse me?"
"What is your line of profession?" He askes
"I guess a soldier for hire is the simplest way to put it."
"A sell sword?" He asks and tilts his head "heard of your type, interesting folk" he nodded with his own statement.
He suddenly stands up grinning "you hungry? You gotta be hungry. Follow me" he walks into the kitchen.
She tilted her head, confused, but stood up and followed anyways.
When she got in there, A unseen servant brushed past her and seemed to hurry off. The tabs xi was already cooking with what seemed like an army of small constructs and unseen servants filling the kitchen with warm smells of cinnamon, honey, cherries, bacon, and cheese.
The tabaxi ran around, seasoning things, chopping other things, making what seemed like a banquet in a few minutes. A small construct like that of a walking coffee kettle, walking underneath of her, it held two mugs in its tiny hands.
*Heh, Throden-Irhtos is not gonna be happy.*
She crouched down to the walking coffee kettle.
It seemed to stare at her before making a whistling sound and handing her a mug.
She picked up the mug, looking at it and it's contents.
The tabaxi peeked over the stove. "He wants you to put it down so he can pour ya coffee"
"Oh, pardon." She sets the mug down in front of the kettle.
It tips itself so warm, hazelnut-smelling coffee pours out into the mug
"Merci, little kettle." She picked the cup up and blew her cold breath over it, turning the coffee cold, then she drinks it.
The tabaxi laughed "I never caught your name! Im Harbor Bird but you can call me Harbor"
"Je m'appelle Mirinn Dhyrktelonis. It's nice to meet you, Harbor." She looked around the kitchen at the constructs and stuff. "Are you an artificer?"
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It seemed to stare at her before making a whistling sound and handing her a mug.
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She picked up the mug, looking at it and it's contents.
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The tabaxi peeked over the stove. "He wants you to put it down so he can pour ya coffee"
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Oh, pardon." She sets the mug down in front of the kettle.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
*Hey everyone. I will be on in like ~2 hours as well as now*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Heya!*
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
It tips itself so warm, hazelnut-smelling coffee pours out into the mug
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
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*How is it going?*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
an angry groan from Xan is heard as he rolls his eyes "My name is Xan" he said.
"Its fine" she said "right now I need coffee or something of that nature" she said and chuckled
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Merci, little kettle." She picked the cup up and blew her cold breath over it, turning the coffee cold, then she drinks it.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"Throden-Ihtros. Am I bothering you?"
I can go get that then
*1. Raphael art. 2. We might want to move some stuff over to PMs*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Alright, might not get on discord today, my stupid charger only charged my phone up to 20 percent overnight, so yep.*
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The tabaxi laughed "I never caught your name! Im Harbor Bird but you can call me Harbor"
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*I can see that. I can't do VC today most probably so risk will have to wait*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Raphael looks around for Theren
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Theren is talking to Lore
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"Je m'appelle Mirinn Dhyrktelonis. It's nice to meet you, Harbor." She looked around the kitchen at the constructs and stuff. "Are you an artificer?"
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*GTG*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now